How could any mate treat the one person they're meant to love more than anyone else in the world this way? To me, that was the lowest of the low.
I hadn’t realized how far I had run, fueled solely by my anger, until Mara's voice broke through my thoughts. “It’s the border,” she shouted. I came to an abrupt stop and took a moment to register that I had sprinted all the way from the packhouse to the border—a considerable distance that I hadn’t even noticed until she pointed it out.
“Sorry, Mara,” I said, a bit sheepishly.
“You don’t need to apologize. You're angry; I just didn’t want you crossing the border,” she replied calmly.
“Yeah, that would have been a real mess,” I said, starting to walk along the border, ensuring I stayed on our side to avoid any chance of being attacked or facin
